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the old me


Its all fun and games till it happens

her smile that once made the dullest flowers bloom into something magnificant

now just waste away and wilt

her eyes once bright and big

were now dull and lost

her voice always once welcoming, caring, and soft

is now stone cold 

her feelings always pure and innocnt 

but now full of sadness, anger, hoplesness

her thoughts always positive and happy

now she has these terrible thoughts nagging at her to end it all

her skin once smooth and soft 

was now bumpy, cut, scarred

her future always bright with goals and dreams

now the only thing she wants is to leave everything behind

 

she grew up and experianced life at its finest. She had the closest things to her die in front of her eyes.

She had her heart shattered into dozens shards of glass. She experianced life as an adult and the hardships

of paying bills and having to work all the time.She had her cloest friends back stab her so bad she began to be 

antisocial as time went by. She started to get bullied and name called and put down everyday. She was sexually 

assualted and verbally abused. She was evicted from her own home because she wasnt loved by her own family

She felt alone more than  anything and didnt want to live to see where life would take her.

she was tired 

hurt

lost

alone

n u m b

then on day she made everything disapear. 

 

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